The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Jian Xi's white cheeks bulged slightly.

He looked a little bit angry, and looked at Ye Yuchen dissatisfiedly, "I didn't take care of it, I'm not happy, why can't I come?"

The teenager split a sentence into many words.

Putting it together completely, both of them probably understand the meaning.

"I'm fine." Mu Wanqing looked innocent.

She looked sideways at Ye Yuchen, winking at him, seeming to be coaxing, and also seeming to please.

"Liar." Jian Xi pouted, "Weibo, see."

He saw Tianhou Qingchen’s new song on Weibo. Although Wen Shixian came forward to clarify, Jian Xi knew...

She clearly wrote that song to herself.

"You..." Mu Wanqing was startled slightly.

But she soon sounded. At the ace song contest, Jian Xi discovered that she was Qingchen's secret.

"Beep! Found the target!"

At this moment, the little angel's voice sounded.

Mu Wanqing raised his hand and touched his head, and rubbed her hair a little sullily, and said with disgust, "Are you convulsed?"

What goal was found?

She didn't call the little angel to come out, did she sleep well?

"Jian Xi has the breath of my brother." The little angel said excitedly, "but it's very weak, I can't realize whether he is the host."

Mu Wanqing was even more surprised.

She cast her eyes on Jian Xi, and those eyes slowly overflowed with a little smile, which became sweeter and brighter.

"You feel the feeling again."

"It consumes a lot of energy, my host."

"It's okay, it's okay, hurry up and feel it." Mu Wanqing urged the little angel, with a smirk rising from the corner of his lips.

What if Jian Xi is really the host of the archangel?

Does that mean that her heart disease can be saved!

Suddenly excited, even the smile in his eyes deepened a bit, but the man beside him noticed the slight change, but his face suddenly sank.

"Don't look at it." Ye Yuchen touched Mu Wanqing's face with a big palm, and slowly moved it up until it covered her eyes.

Mu Wanqing: "..." Dwarf oil.

She is not a nympho, she is just thinking of something else!

Jian Xi snorted, "Bullying Qingqin, you are bad."

Ye Yuchen raised his eyebrows lightly, and his eyes were extremely provocative, "It's too late for me to spoil her. As for bullying... it's just about being in bed."

Mu Wanqing: "..."

She reached out and took off Ye Yuchen's big palm.

This is not a car to the kindergarten, let her go down.

Jian Xi's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Mu Wanqing, seemingly injured, "Qing Qing..."

If you are unhappy, ask for comfort.

"Senior Jian, I only like Ye Yuchen." Mu Wanqing said without shame, without the shyness of a little girl.

Hearing that, Ye Yuchen was in a good mood, and his gloomy expression eased a little, and his long arms wrapped around the girl's slender waist.

"It's time to go home and sleep, eh?"

He turned a little sideways, and asked, hanging down in Mu Wanqing's ear, with a hot breath lingering between the two, Ye Yuchen was still jealous, and he bit her earlobe lightly like punishment.

Mu Wanqing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Okay."

"That...Senior Jian, you don't have to worry about me." The girl turned her eyes back to Jian Xi, "I'm fine, Ye Yuchen also took good care of me, nothing will happen."

When the words fell, she looked sideways at Ye Yuchen, smiled and curled her eyes, the smile between the eyebrows was so healed.

But Mu Wanqing's heart was beeping, "Do you feel it?"

"No." The little angel reported somewhat disappointedly, "I just felt the breath of my brother in him, but only a faint breath."